Chapter 10Near Tulsa, Oklahoma, 2006Cary would have run his taxi headlong into a tractor-trailer if the child hadn't called on his cell phone. The child whose voice he didn't recognize.
Though it was broad daylight, a quarter after ten in the morning, Cary fell dead asleep at the wheel. Since leaving Wheeling, West Virginia, he'd been driving for fifteen hours straight, stopping only to gas up at truck stops and sit in traffic in Indianapolis.
He had no intention of sleeping, either, not while the kids were in danger. When waves of drowsiness washed through him, he blasted his radio, drank gallons of coffee, slapped himself in the face, and cranked the windows wide open to let in the cold air.
Again and again, he snapped himself out of tired spells. He kept racing down the long stre
